The Novels, Том 6Chapman, Hall, 1902 |
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Сторінка 320 - And let the counsel of thine own heart stand : for there is no man more faithful unto thee than it. For a man's mind is sometime wont to tell him more than seven watchmen, that sit above in a high tower.
Сторінка 84 - You know my mother now and then argues very notably; always very warmly at least. I happen often to differ from her; and we both think so well of our own arguments, that we very seldom are so happy as to convince one another. A pretty common case, I believe, in all vehement debatings. She says, I am too witty; Anglice, too pert; I, that she is too wise; that is to say, being likewise put into English, not so young as she has been.
Сторінка 282 - I thought he made them all fly into foreign parts upon it; and afterwards seizing upon me, carried me into a churchyard; and there, notwithstanding all my prayers and tears, and protestations of innocence, stabbed me to the heart, and then tumbled me into a deep grave ready dug, among two or three half-dissolved carcases; throwing in the dirt and earth upon me with his hands, and trampling it down with his feet.
Сторінка 62 - Thy breath inspires the Poet's song The Patriot's free, unbiass'd tongue, The Hero's gen'rous strife ; Thine are retirement's silent joys, And all the sweet engaging ties Of still, domestic life.
Сторінка 159 - I behold the desired port, the single state, into which I would fain steer ; but am kept off by the foaming billows of a brother's and sister's envy, and by the raging winds of a supposed invaded authority ; while I see in Lovelace, the rocks on one hand, and in Solmes, the sands on the other : and tremble, lest I should split upon the former, or strike upon the latter.
Сторінка 60 - With joy I hear the solemn sound, Which midnight echoes waft around, And sighing gales repeat. Fav'rite of Pallas! I attend, And, faithful to thy summons, bend At Wisdom's awful seat.
Сторінка 282 - I awoke in a cold sweat, trembling, and in agonies; and still the frightful images raised by it remain upon my memory. But why should I, who have such real evils to contend with, regard imaginary...